Todos los capítulos de DIRTY DESIRES: DADDIES TASTE BETTER: Capítulo 261 - Capítulo 270

Lia’s POVA few soft words were spoken by a man in a dark coat. His voice carried gently across the small group. Someone stepped forward and placed a cluster of white flowers near the casket. The petals looked almost too bright against the polished wood. Victor stood very still beside me, his hand still holding mine. Dante’s grip had grown tighter. I could feel the tension in both of them, the same heavy silence they had carried in the car now settling deeper around us. No one spoke unless they had to. The quiet felt thick.And then a woman arrived.I noticed her before anyone else did, I think, because I happened to be facing that direction.She was coming up the narrow path from the drive with slow, deliberate steps — not hurrying, not apologizing for being late, just walking at exactly the pace she’d decided to walk. She looked to be in her early fifties. She was wearing a black gown, floor-length, and even from a distance I could tell it was expensive; the fabric moved around her

Lia’s POVI led him down the hall and into the bedroom, keeping my fingers laced with his the whole way. The curtains were half drawn, letting in a muted gray light that made the room feel hushed. The bed was neatly made, the sheets smooth and cool-looking. I guided him to the edge of the mattress and made him sit. The bed dipped slightly under his weight. He didn’t resist. He just sat there, looking down at the floor for a second before lifting his eyes to me.I stepped closer and rested my hands lightly on his shoulders for a moment before reaching for his suit jacket. The fabric was smooth and still held a little of the outdoor coolness. He let me slide it off his shoulders carefully, and I let my hands linger a second longer on his upper arms as I did. I laid the jacket over the chair near the window. Then I loosened his tie, working the knot free with both hands. The silk was soft between my fingers as I pulled it gently from around his neck. My fingertips brushed the warm skin a

Lia’s POVI stayed right there on my knees and took it, eyes watering, spit everywhere, giving him exactly what he had asked for. Spit ran down my chin and dripped onto his balls. Every time he pushed deep, I felt the thick head of his cock stretch my throat. Every time he pulled back, I sucked hard on the way out, tasting more of him. His breathing turned rough and uneven above me.“Fuck… just like that,” he rasped. “Don’t you dare pull off. Take it. Take all of it.”I didn’t pull away when his thrusts got more desperate. I kept my hands on his thighs and let him push deep one last time. His cock pulsed hard against my tongue and he came with a broken groan, flooding my throat with thick, hot cum. Pulse after pulse filled my mouth. I swallowed around him, taking every drop, the taste of him heavy and salty on the back of my tongue. His thighs trembled under my palms as he finished.When the last pulse faded, I slowly pulled off, a thin string of spit and cum still connecting my lips t

Lia’s POVWe finally dragged ourselves out of bed and into the shower. The water ran hot and steady over both of us, washing away the sweat and the weight of the last few days. Dante stood behind me and washed my hair with slow, careful hands while I leaned back against his chest. Neither of us said much. We didn’t need to. The quiet felt good after everything.When we got out, I wrapped a towel around myself and padded into the living room to find the takeout menus Dante kept in a drawer. We settled on Thai food—pad Thai, green curry, and spring rolls. Dante called in the order while I pulled on one of his soft t-shirts and a pair of his shorts that were too big on me. The fabric still smelled like him.Not long after the food arrived, the front door opened and Victor walked in. He looked tired but steady. The moment he saw us, something in his shoulders loosened. I went to him right away and wrapped my arms around his waist. He held me tight and pressed a long kiss to the top of my

Dante’s POVI stepped into Matteo’s room and lowered myself onto the blue rug beside them. The wooden train track was still in a rough circle on the floor, and a few of the cars had tipped over onto their sides. Soft light came in through the window and made the painted colors on the trains look brighter. Matteo looked up at me with a bright face and held out one of the red cars like it was something special.“You can be the driver,” he said.I took it carefully from his small hands. The wood felt smooth under my fingers. “Alright. Where are we going?”He thought for a second, his brow furrowed in that serious way kids get. “To the park. And then to get ice cream.”Lia smiled at me over the top of his head. Her eyes were soft. I set the red car at the front of the line and gave it a gentle push. The wheels clicked softly against the track as it rolled forward. Matteo made a quiet “choo-choo” sound under his breath and reached for another car to add behind it.We stayed like that for a